Here's an article I came upon yesterday. It tells of MH's final hours. According to the 2 cops who investigated, it was and always has been an open-shut case of suicide. It was only Paula Yates who insisted that it was an accidental death, by means of auto-erotic asphyxiation. She must have had some clout, because when the news of MH's death came out, the word suicide was not used. It was the same when Jeff Buckley drifted out to sea, a classic, if not cliched method of suicide, yet no one wanted to say the word. When I think of the copy-cat suicides following Kurt Cobain's death, I guess I understand.
I always thought that it must have been true love, the way MH did a complete turn-around about marriage and kids. I read somewhere else that Paula blackmailed him into it. Who knows? Michael's half sister slammed the miniseries for making their family look bad, saying that the whole thing was a "pathetic soap opera" full of untruths. "Never let the truth get in the ways of a good yarn!", said Chopper Reed.
Now, my spooky story, which is unfortunately true: I was 13 and admitted to a private psych clinic, with anorexia nervosa. The smiling shrink, who got me in had said nothing of what I would be in for. Pressure was on me to put on 9kg, which terrified me. The matron, whose job it was to weigh me every morning, treated me like a spoiled little rich sh!t. When I asked/told her not to be so patronising, she berated me for fighting the "good people", who were trying to save my life. I was being abused at home and bullied at school, reasons why I had readily agreed to go to hospital. Now I felt trapped and cornered, with only 1 way out.
I had a thick leather belt, which I wore all the time to keep my pants up. These days it would have been taken away from me, not back then and I'm sure y'all can guess the rest. Close to the door where I hung the belt was a huge mirror. Rather than watch my face turn blue, I directed my attention to my pin-up of MH, with long flowing hair, posed with his beloved Harley. See you later, spunk!, I was thinking, when all of a sudden, I saw a vision of him in the mirror, with a belt around his neck! I freaked out a bit and stopped what I was doing. I put it down to oxygen deprivation and thought nothing of it until all those years later, when I heard of how he died.
I was confused, because there was no way I could have saved him, so WHY, WHY, WHY? Maybe he saved me that night. I never even thought of going to the media, that would have been the height of tackiness. Enough about that!
Steve, Listen Like Thieves was the 1st INXS album I bought (on cassette) and "Never Tear Us Apart" the only vynl single I ever bought. I should have held onto it, as it had a non-standard edition B-side. INXS and Queen were my 2 favourite bands for most of my teenage years and they both lost their lead singer, before I ever got to see them live.
I toyed with the notion of seeing INXS, with JD Fortune, as I had heard good reports, but the Sydney show sold out and I really don't like Newcastle. I think the whole Rockstar INXS reality show stank of greed and desperation. The not-so fortunate JD Fortune ended up living in his car.
I saw the remaining INXS members on some talent show, performing a slowed-down version of "New Sensation", with a female singer. I'm thinking, come on, you guys, that song was a hit because it made people dance!
Said it before and I'l say it again: Michael,
There will never be another quite like you
And I miss that thing you do.
See you in Rock,n,Roll Heaven!